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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

What am I doing?

What am I doing?I have no clueNo inklingNo IdeaBut it feels rightI love the unknownWatching it unfoldPlay out without replayWhen you realize you don't knowLife is like a presentEveryday is a surpriseA gem you dig outSometimes you only findpetrified poopSometimes you find goldI have been panning well latelyPan-a- ramic viewsExpand my horizonShape me into a gentle monsterAn ignorant gentle monsterI don't know shit And I love it

I envy you - I know exactly what I'm doing most of the time, I am always thinking ahead to the next step and I know too much shit. I wish I could just float along, not knowing shit, not knowing where I'm going, not knowing what my next step is. I'm too ordered to be that spontaneous. The worst part is, other than the out-of-control feeling and chest palpitations I get when I don't know what is going on, I'm not really sure what is stopping me from taking huge risks.